PART I \'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock ; Tu--whit !-- -- Tu--whoo ! And hark, again

Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God, And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem\'d he- O,

Tho\' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro\' the clefts, itself has made, We spy the flashes of

PART THE FIRST. It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a

It is an ancient mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. \"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp\'st thou me? \"The

\"There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When

\"The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That

\"This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with mariners That

\"I fear thee, ancient mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and

(first voice) \"\'But tell me, tell me! Speak again, Thy soft response renewing - What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean

Where true Love burns Desire is Love\'s pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but

The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet\'s cry Came loud--and hark, again ! loud as before. The inmates of my

So wenig er auch bestimmt seyn mag, andere zu belehren, so wuenscht er doch sich denen mitzutheilen, die er sich gleichgesinnt weis, (oder hofft,)

The Lyrical Ballads with the Preface--Mr. Wordsworth\'s earlier poems-- On fancy and imagination--The investigation of the distinction important to